Ronan Hession

the unclaimed hours somewhere between late night and early morning

Not getting into trouble is not the same as being good

too busy with their own precarious lives to notice him.

the parade of broken souls

“Look lads, she’s new, she’s finding her feet. Give her a chance.”

To him love was no union between two otherwise incomplete halves, but more like the gravity that locked two bodies into the same orbit, each doing their own thing but by reference to and in concert with the other.

Every big game is an excuse for drinking, as is every celebration and disappointment.

like a non-recurring decimal, each thought causing the next, onwards without resolution

She shared all this in that cavalier spirit of one who was done investing in her present life, offloading her thoughts like last year’s school books.

he lacked not only experience, which was forgivable, but commitment, which was not